How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves. How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant. The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs. (Song of Songs 1: 15-17)
The Lover and Beloved exchange sweet nothings.
They are delighted with each other and with their situation.
They are in a garden, reclining together on the grass, in the shade of a cedar.
It is in the other - not in ourselves - that we find fulfillment.
This is a recurring surprise: in losing ourselves we find.
Above Christ and the Sponda enter the garden from the Rothschild Canticles. Please click on the graphic to see a larger version.
The Lover and Beloved exchange sweet nothings.
They are delighted with each other and with their situation.
They are in a garden, reclining together on the grass, in the shade of a cedar.
It is in the other - not in ourselves - that we find fulfillment.
This is a recurring surprise: in losing ourselves we find.
Above Christ and the Sponda enter the garden from the Rothschild Canticles. Please click on the graphic to see a larger version.
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